i find the guy interesting.
i feel judged by him yet he says he doesnt. not sure if i believe him yet.
he talks … and i kinda like listening to him ramble on about random shit.
he says he’s not a good friends, we both agreed on that one.
he has nice taste in music and said i have good taste.
good taste in what i said?
life, he replied.
i find myself getting nervous
i find myself getting anxious and excited to tell him a revelation, an observation, a thought.
i find myself holding back
yet i find myself skipping around with a little smile and a giggle from time to time.
i dont care that i bug him- i like it.
i entertain myself with leaving messages
i entertain myself with the idea of saying his name as he wants it to be
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